Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.